122 WHAT I HAVE SEEN WHILE FISHING 



CHAPTER XII. 



A REAL IRISH GENTLEMAN AND HIS LADY MR. TIMOTHY SARLY 

 AT HOME AN EXCHANGE OF PIGS FOR CAPS. 



SUNDAY is a rare day for visiting. It is a universal 

 " At Home " with the people of Donegal after noon- 

 time. To take full advantage of this custom, and 

 to satisfy my craving for explorations on river- 

 banks, I lunched early and sparingly on bread and 

 cheese. The reason for this moderation will be 

 understood when I say that my method of intro- 

 ducing myself to the tenants of the farms and 

 cabins I desired to visit was, while unfailingly suc- 

 cessful, so uniform that I was likely to be filled out 

 with newly-drawn frothy bowls of milk. 



The industries of the cabins in Donegal are 

 carpets, tweed cloths, stockings, embroidered linen, 

 and lace. I am now quite read up in the qualities 

 of their tweeds, and I know the roots and herbs 

 from which the dyes are taken, and, I may add, am 

 the happy possessor of some pretty suit-lengths. I 

 have some embroidered pillow-cases, side-slips and 

 afternoon tea-cloths which those great authorities 

 Messrs. Robinson and Cleaver would give me a 

 profit on ; so lovely is the open work, and so exact 



